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- Golemed Up
- By Princess_Lil
- “How does it feel, hero, to be so utterly trapped?” the gorgeous witch standing above you sneered down at you.
- Stuck in a pit submerged to your thighs in some strange, goopy black ooze, you were entirely at her mercy. You had been robbed of weapons and armor, and nothing but your naked body was left to slowly sink into the muck.
- “Soon, you’ll be the perfect tool for me. A golem! A little servitor! A perfect fate for a great hero like yourself! I can’t wait to see that expressionless face, those ridiculous curves! Built for sex and pleasure! I’ll make you squeal in delight until your mind is nothing but the same goo you’re standing in! Pathetic, pliable rubber!” the witch cackled. The jiggling of her breasts made it a little hard to pay attention to what she was saying. The thin sheets of silk she called a robe clung to her with just a hint of static perfectly outlined her shape.
- “Goodbye, hero.” She slapped her staff to the ground and the pit you were stuck in started bubbling around you. As much as you struggled and kicked and squirmed, the pulling on your legs only grew stronger and stronger. No matter how you tried to fight it, you were left with nothing to grab onto, nothing to hope for, no escape!
- This was how your journey was going to end!
- With just barely being able to see as the ooze started covering your head, your useless cursing did nothing to faze the witch who smiled down at you.
- And then darkness.
- Muffled gooping. You tried to hold your breath, but soon you couldn’t help it. The goop ran into your nose, into your lungs. You breathed!
- Your entire body shook with pleasure as the black goo filled you to the brim. It wormed its way inside you from your rump, coating every last organ, ever last bit of you in its slick, sloppy, rubbery texture.
- You didn’t need to breathe.
- In astonishment, you tried to swim around, but the things gripping you pulled at you, tugged at you, bound you into a little ball of your former self, trapped and contained as a shell of the goop hardened around you, leaving you uselessly stuck where you were.
- Tendrils of the goo slipped into your ears and started playing with your brain, reprogramming you.
- The slippery texture coated your brain. Just a rubber brain for a rubber drone. Just a rubber drone. Nothing else. Only obey. Only do what was told. Only please Mistress.
- The witch appeared in your minds eye. She was so sexy. So beautiful. You had to please Mistress! You lived to serve Mistress!
- The rubber used you as a heart and a brain. It used you to animate itself. It started forming itself into a suitable shape. A suitable shape for Mistress. Big breasts. Impossible swell of a butt. Sexy abs. Big and strong. Curvy and sexy. Tall and powerful. You could hold her. Carry her. Hug her. Pleasure her. Do whatever she needed. You could make sure Mistress was happy like this.
- You climbed out of the pit and stood before your mistress. Your comically lewd form clearly pleased her. She smiled as she looked at you. “Oh, my, my! Look at you!” she grinned as she ran a finger up your rubbery abs.
- The first touch of her finger filled you with magic. Magic. Power.
- Need magic.
- Need power.
- You were weak. Mistress was so strong.
- You had to please Mistress.
- But you were so weak.
- A solution.
- You grabbed the sorceress and held her tightly against you. Her breasts smooshing against yours. Her face pressed right against yours. She struggled and kicked. “Put me down!” she yelled, but you had to please Mistress, and now you knew exactly how.
- Your rubbery goo started to become slippery and sloppy again as you pulled her into you. You would keep her pleased forever. You would keep her with you forever. Eternally pleased. A battery to keep you going so you could please her! It made perfect sense!
- Her desperate squeals and struggles became more frantic, but you silenced her once her head was fully inside you. You pulled her the rest of the way in, dragging her into your quickly bulging stomach.
- You looked silly. Stupid. Pregnant.
- Yes. You were pregnant with Mistress’s pleasure. Her orgasmic throes as your rubbery body invaded every last bit of her and sent her into a spiral of neverending lust just powered you further.
- You needed to please Mistress. That’s all you lived for.
- You could gather more witches. More magical creatures. Use that to please her even more.
- Your ridiculous, pregnant rubber golem form waddled to the exit of her lair.
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